A life entire, void of desire, helplessly alone, loves not known.

A silence of soul is mind aching

I want all of you, soul quenching

afraid, free, crying, praising, running, savoring

my God of Loving Imagination

i Imagine a Love of God

that is synonymous with Your dream of song

In the power and possibility of broken things my heart flutters

In the madness and kindness of my mother's lore

Wondering what we face

What we are up against

More like questions, less like answers

Less like pointing, more like a hug

More like walking, less like thinking

Like aromatic sandpaper, my father—

his cheeks, rough and unfamiliar.

How I wished we lived together,

waking up from a dream.

I fail to understand you world

you point toward doors and close them you speak of bores and show them

you draw our lines and ignore them

why world?